Mayhem: A Reapers MC Boxset

by Elizabeth Knox

  Amara stands and starts to walk away from me. I grab her forearm and shove her against the wall, fueled with rage. “Do you enjoy toying with me? Hmm?”

  “Yes,” She confesses, fully confident in her answer.

  “I hope you enjoy it as much as I’ll enjoy toying with you.” I growl, yanking the skirt of her dress up, I hook my arm under her right leg and plow my cock into her entrance. She releases a loud moan at first, though my cock is quickly coated by her pleasure.

  Even while fucking her she tries to defy me. I plant my other hand next to her face as I rock myself within her. Her body moves every time mine does. After a moment she begins to relax a bit and I see her skin beginning to shine with sweat.

  Her walls close down on my cock, urging me to release myself inside her. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, mi reyna?”

  “Just shut up and fuck me, asshole.”

  I pull my hand from the stone and shove three fingers into her mouth, pushing into her throat until she gags. The sounds coming from her mouth cause me to grow even harder, and there comes a point where I’m ramming myself inside her harder and harder. My balls slap against her soaked pussy and I make no effort to slow down.

  “Fuck!” Chills run over my body and I know I’m close to cumming inside her. My balls tighten as her walls clamp down, almost like she’s wrapped a tourniquet around my balls, forcing me to cum inside her.

  “I’m going to cum,” I warn her, ‘cause if she doesn’t want me to, she needs to tell me now. I’m about two seconds from exploding when Amara shifts her body. My cock is out of her and her hand’s wrapped around my shaft. I thrust while she pumps until I’m releasing myself over her torso. My seed spurts over the front of her dress, on the top of her breasts and a speck even lands on the side of her lip.

  She darts her tongue out, slides it along her lip and licks it free. “Mmm, not bad.”

  “I won’t let you go, Amara.” I state, sticking to our conversation from before.

  “I’m not a woman who will be imprisoned ever again.”

  Fuck. “I’m not imprisoning you, mi reyna. I simply can’t leave here . . . and you won’t go either. You may visit, but you will not live in America. We are meant to be together.”

  Amara’s mischievous grin shifts to something more tight-lipped. “I don’t know how you’re so certain of this. About me. We barely know one another.”

  I scoff, “You stupid girl. One look at you and I knew you were special. I know you don’t believe you are, but you’re a gift. I will say this one more time, and only once more. I refuse to lose you when I’ve just found you.” I crush my lips down onto Amara’s, kissing her with only fire and passion. This woman must know how much I crave her. How my body, spirit, and soul yearn for her by my side.

  I will never let her leave me.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sometimes I feel like God. When I order someone to be killed, they die the same day

  ~ Pablo Escobar

  Dante

  “What do you think of his offer, Father?” I question, sitting beside my father at one of the most prestigious restaurants in all of Mexico City. We’re having dinner with Cesar Alonzo, the leader of the Guatemalan Cartel.

  Eduardo should’ve had this meeting, yet Cesar wanted to meet with my father and I because it directly pertained to us and our familia. Cesar has just offered me a marriage proposal to his eldest daughter, Beatriz.

  “Tsk. It simply cannot happen, Cesar.” My father shakes his head, dismissing it. Guatemalans are the types who enjoy to skirt the line of our world. Rumor has it, Cesar is mixed up in some shady shit.

  “Why not?” Cesar, the old brute, questions from across the table. His eyebrows are as thick as the highway and his tanned skin is marked with wrinkles from his long life.

  “My son is engaged to a woman already. I will not encourage him to break a union with another Cartel familia. What type of leader would I be if I allowed this sort of disrespect?” My father continues. You see, when you’re a member of a Cartel familia, you are supposed to show respect to others, even if they are your enemies.

  This is one of the many traditions the movies and books don’t get right. We may have hated Rafael for what he did to our country, but we never once put anyone else who had his blood running through their veins at risk. That is the respect we offer. We simply won’t cross certain lines.

  “Another . . . who?” Cesar seems upset, appearing to have figured out this marriage would’ve eliminated many of our problems.

  “Amara, Rafael’s niece.” I fill him in, smirking from where I sit.

  “The half-blood? You must be joking. Shit. Her father was never involved in the Cartel. He was simply a bastard. My Beatriz would be a much better fit, a regal one at that. Francisco, talk some sense into your son.” Cesar throws his hands up in the air, outraged at the news.

  “I will do no such thing, Cesar. My son made his choice and I support his decision. Amara will make a perfect leader alongside my son. Do you disagree?” Ah. My father is waiting to see if he will cast disrespect our way, in which case will grant us permission to shoot him.

  Cesar shakes his head and picks up the tequila in front of him, pouring himself another serving, he shoots it back. “Ah, no my friend. I simply think we could have made a great alliance here. Do you not?”

  “Who says we cannot still do so? I have two more sons. Angel and Javier.” My father reminds Cesar, who smirks wildly.

  “Angel, what will he do when you pass?” This is no one’s business outside of the familia.

  “That is for us to know,” My father replies, smirking. “Though, if you’re asking my opinion, I believe Angel is the better choice. He has a . . . certain way with women. A kinder heart, which any father would want for his daughter, no?”

  “Mmm, yes. But, I expect a man to be able to defend her as well.”

  “He will have no problem doing that.” I speak up. Angel is extremely talented when it comes to shooting. He’s taken down teams of ten by himself.

  “He will fit well with my Beatriz.” Cesar states, smirking widely. Beatriz is his eldest daughter, about twenty-three . . . but this will not do. We are Mexican-Catholics. He didn’t marry Beatriz’s mother. Surely father knows this information.

  “No, Fatima.” My father speaks up. “Fatima is Ana’s daughter, yes?”

  “Yes,” Cesar answers through clenched teeth. “Fatima is but a teenager, nineteen. Beatriz is almost twenty-three. She would be a much better fit.”

  “Ah, no. This is not how this meeting will go, my friend. Fatima is your only daughter you had with your wife, therefore she will be the heir of the Guatemalan Cartel, no?”

  My father is pushing Cesar into a corner. Cesar clears his throat. “I had assumed we could come here today and establish an arrangement which would benefit both parties. Beatriz was to be married off to one of your boys and Fatima would take the reins when the time comes.”

  “Fatima will take the reins and be married to Angel.” Father states, now drinking his tequila.

  Cesar takes in a deep breath and slowly exhales. He knows he doesn’t really have a choice to begin with. Cesar’s brother stole their entire family’s fortune except for a small bit and fled to the United States. They don’t know where Guillermo is now, though I’ve personally heard talk about Guatemalan gangs causing trouble in Los Angeles. Since Cesar’s brother has been causing problems, many smaller cartels are now deciding to cause trouble in his country. It’s simply retaliation. Though, it’s something Cesar can’t take for long. He won’t survive it unless he has an ally like us.

  “It appears we will be familia soon, eh!” Cesar rises from his chair and walks around to give my father a hug and pats him on the back.

  “I will get our lawyer to draft up the contract tonight and we’ll both meet in the morning to sign it before you head back.” Father tells Cesar.

  “May I suggest something?” I state, looking to both men as I stand. In a few moments I’
ll take my leave and go see my brother. If he’s going to hear this news, it might as well be from me.

  “Certainly,” Father answers.

  “Cesar, you seem worried that Fatima is so young. So, why don’t we put a clause in the contract that she will not be married to Angel until her twenty-third birthday? This way it will ease your worries and allow the girl to get some things out of her system before she marries my brother.” In reality, I’m doing this for Angel. It will give him four more years before he’s trapped forever.

  “I like this one. Such a shame he will be married off.” Cesar jokes, smacking my father on the back yet again.

  “We will add this clause if it makes you feel better.” Father says to Cesar, who gives his immediate nod.

  “Well, I must get going. I have quite a bit to get done.” I state, making my goodbyes and head out of the restaurant quickly. I don’t mean to be so rushed, though it is better if I get to the house as soon as possible.

  Within a matter of ten minutes I’m pulling past the gate of our estate. I park the car in the garage and spot Angel smoking a cigar out back by the pond. I approach him slowly, trying to think of just the right words to say . . . though I fear there won’t be any.

  “Angel,” I say his name softly, almost as if I’m trying to give him a warning of what’s to come.

  “Starting off a conversation like this can’t be good,” He chuckles, taking a puff of his cigar.

  “We met with Cesar Alonzo today.”

  “Ah, the meeting for the marriage agreement between you and one of his daughters?” This meeting had been planned for over a year. Only, Amara wasn’t in my life at that time. Angel knows I was the one who was going to marry one of the girls . . . but now it will be him. This is why I have to be the one who breaks the news to him.

  I shake my head, “No, I’m marrying Amara. She is from the Ramirez Cartel . . . so Father believes it’s fitting I tie off that end. Plus, I fall more in love with her every day I’m with her.” It’s been almost a week since I told Amara I didn’t want her moving back to the United States. I truly can’t imagine my life without her now that she’s here.

  Angel blinks a few times, putting the pieces together. “No. You didn’t do this to me.”

  “You are going to marry Fatima Alonzo when she turns twenty-three, Angel. I did what I could. I bought you four years to live your life before you—” I’m knocked back out of nowhere and sense a burning sensation coming from my lip. Wiping my hand, I can tell I’m bleeding. He just fucking hit me.

  “You were supposed to be the one, not me. It’s what you said. You said you’d do this. You told me you’d be the one to marry for the Cartel. But Amara came into the picture and you decided to pass the baton over to me without even giving me a heads up. God, what a joke of a brother you are. Javier wouldn’t even pull this shit.”

  “No, Javi would get locked up again and leave his wife alone. You and I both know it. Javi doesn’t think, Angel. We are the only two with heads. You know there wasn’t another choice for this. Javi would’ve brought another war our way.”

  Angel huffs, “Say whatever you need to sleep better at night. You’re the most selfish bastard in this familia, brother. I hope you never forget it.” Angel walks off, heading toward the garage.

  “Where the fuck are you going?” I ask, calling out to him.

  He stops dead in his tracks. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll be back in four years. Until then, don’t fucking call. Don’t fucking look for me. Just leave me the fuck alone.” Angel proceeds to walk into the garage and before I know it one of the bays is opening and he’s pulling out in a Maserati.

  I stand here filled with guilt. Guilt because I promised him I’d protect him from this, though I could never turn my back on her. Amara is my future, and I won’t ever jeopardize it.

  Chapter Twenty

  The way people treat you is a statement about who they are as a human being. It’s not a statement about you.

  ~ QuoteDiary

  Amara

  The sound of a car racing off causes me to get up from the chair I’m sitting in and head over to the window. I can spot Dante standing over by the garages with his hand on his head, appearing to be a bit perplexed. I don’t know who just sped off, though I’m sure it wasn’t a good interaction. Dante begins to walk toward the house, so I go over to the small bar area we have on this side of the house and grab a short glass. Picking up his favorite brand of tequila I pour a hefty drink and then fetch three ice cubes to go in it. By the time he gets in here, it should be chilled to his liking.

  He comes in through the door that leads into the area where we’ve been living and immediately spots me with his drink in hand. “Fuck. You are the perfect woman, I swear.” He states, giving me a quick kiss on the lips before taking the drink and downing the entire thing.

  Dante is a man who drinks, although he isn’t one who drinks this fast. “Is everything alright?” I question, wanting to know if there’s something I should be worried about.

  “Eh, depends who you ask.” Dante murmurs, staring out through the window.

  “Who was that who sped off?”

  “Angel.” Dante is quick to respond, though I can feel the sadness in his voice.

  “What happened, Dante?”

  Dante sinks down onto the couch in our living area and looks up at me. “I betrayed my brother, for us.”

  “What? That doesn’t make any sense.” How on Earth did he betray Angel for us? Dante may have some small spats with both his brothers, though he loves them more than anything. That’s honestly a Latino thing. We fight hard, yet we love even harder.

  “It’s complicated, mi reyna.” He’s trying to dismiss me, to shut me up so I don’t ask any questions.

  “Life is complicated, Dante. Now are you going to sit here and irritate me, or tell me what the fuck happened with your brother?”

  He shakes his head, “Angel’s secrets aren’t mine to share. Surely you understand that.”

  “No, but familia is one place we can all confide in, and you say I am your familia, no?” He glares at me with all his might, knowing he really has no choice but to tell me now. If he doesn’t, he’s essentially stating that I don’t mean as much to him as he likes to tell everyone else.

  “Amara,” His tone is threatening, though his eyes are pleading. “Please don’t ask this of me. Please.” In this moment I realize Dante is trying to protect Angel from something.

  “Dante . . . I will never force anything out of you. But you know I’m not the enemy here, so whatever it is you’re afraid of, don’t be. Start from the beginning. I’m sure I can read between the lines.”

  Dante tilts his neck to the left until it pops, and then does the same to his right. “I’ll need another drink for this.” He gets up and goes over to the cart with the liquor, pours himself another drink, and already starts on the tequila before he returns to his seat.

  “Angel has been different his entire life. Even from a young age, I could tell. As we grew up, I noticed how his interests were in different areas. For example, he’d prefer to stay with our sister, Gia, versus going with Javier and I. Around the age of fifteen I realized what my brother was, and it didn’t bother me in the slightest bit. Although, what bothers me to this day is our father’s stance on it. He may be an accepting man, mi reyna, but my father will never accept Angel. He will no longer be his son if he ever finds out. What you don’t know is that I was supposed to marry another Cartel leader’s daughter, to unify us. Though, I never expected you to come barreling into my life. When you did . . . everything changed. I knew my duty up until that point, but I didn’t know the way I’d feel about you. I didn’t care about the marriage anymore, or my duty. The only important thing to me was you, and how we could be together. The moment I realized you were related to Rafael I knew I could have you. You see, there aren’t many ways I could get out of a marriage, mi reyna. Though in the Latino culture with Cartels, we respect other Cartel bloodlines and famil
ia. The blood that you must hate, it’s the one thing that saved us.” I listen to his story and so many things are flooding through my mind.

  “At Angel’s expense . . .” I whisper under my breath, looking to the man I care about more than anything. God. What happened? What did Dante do?

  He nods, “Yes. Angel will be marrying the woman I was supposed to. However, I was able to grant him four years of freedom before he must fulfill the contract.”

  “Angel is gay. Isn’t he?” I ask the question I’m certain I already have the answer to.

  “Yes.”

  “What aren’t you telling me, Dante?” I can tell he’s hiding something.

  He gulps down the rest of the tequila and slams the glass against the table between the couch and the armchairs. “I promised him I wouldn’t let this happen. Because of you. Is that what you want to hear, Amara? I put our needs above my younger brother’s. You’re more important to me than him, and I can’t deny it. I condemned my brother because of the love I have for you.” His voice tightens, showing me he’s both angry with himself and passionate as hell.

  I inhale sharply at what he just admitted, not sure if he even realized what he said. “Dante . . .” I whisper, stepping backward, not sure what to think right now.

  There’s no way he could’ve meant what he said. Right? We’ve known each other for . . . a little over a month and a half, maybe spending two and a half weeks together.

  “Don’t get scared with me, mi reyna. My mama told me as a young boy when I met the woman of my dreams, I would know it, and I did. I met you, mi amor. I met you and my priorities shifted. So, you may think this is crazy, and it might be, but I won’t deny it. You are so important to me that I’d kill thousands. ¿Que no entiendes lo que siento por ti? I’m not sorry for it, either. I will do what I must in order to protect us. Angel will be fine. I will find a way to get him out of this.”